The Duchess of Dick (futa on male, male on futa, small dick humilation)

Greg obeyed, getting on his knees and flipped the skirt up, getting underneath it in the brief flash of flesh.

A stern visage, unforgiving personality and a voice that seemed to pierce through the white noise common chatter like a bullet gave Marie a regal aura. Her nickname, Duchess, reflected this. 'Queen' or 'Princess' were considered too kind to suit her. 'Evil Stepmother' was more fitting of her personality, but she wasn't married, of appropriate age, nor did it roll off the tongue very well. But Greg knew that she wasn't really that bad, she just needed more time than most to warm up to someone. Dating her helped too.

Impatient at his dawdling, Marie pressed her hands against Greg's head through her skirt. "C'mon now. I don't have all day." A woman like her wouldn't take her boyfriend to her room without the expectation of being satiated.

The Duchess a unique anatomy, not only a pussy but also a cock and balls underneath between her legs. Perhaps it explained her personality, or perhaps that it was her dick was only an inch and a half long that explained it. Like her personality, it wasn't that bad once you got used to it. Greg opened his mouth wide, taking her entire cock and balls into his mouth. Almost daily practice made this an almost mindless chore like brushing your teeth, albeit not quite as dull. He gently rolled her member with his tongue inside his mouth.

"That's right..." She cooed, her voice softening slightly. "Roll it around with your tongue." She stopped pressing him against her hips now that he was being compliant. "You've gotten so good at this you know. Maybe I should have you wake me with this like an alarm clock."

Her dicklet was sensitive, getting hard with only a few moments of attention. Sufficiently covered in saliva and erect, Greg let it slip from between his lips. "It's so big and thick." He kissed it, exaggerating the sound. "It's really the best."

She beamed with satisfaction. "The best?"

Flattery was her weakness, the more effusive, the better.. "Truly. I couldn't concentrate on work, I couldn't wait to be beneath your skirt again." He took her cock in his fingers and gave it a quick lash from his tongue. "I love it." The tip of her member, not much bigger than the tip of his thumb, slid between his lips.

"Aah, this really takes the edge off. There's nothing like a good blowjob." Like any good woman, Marie enjoyed being served and getting eaten out. It was her pleasure that she could get head as well. As strange and embarrassing as having a man's genitals could be, she relished it at the same time. Her hand stroked his head approvingly as his tongue and lips danced about her glans and shaft.

If she was rubbing the back of his head so approvingly, she wasn't far off from orgasm. While her cock was very small, the amount of cum she shot was more normal. Naturally, it was expected to take it all in his mouth and swallow on her command.

The rubbing turned to again to a firm grip on the grip on the back on the head, pressing him into her hips. "You will take all of it, right?" Asked as a question, but it was a command. Her breath was growing heavy with each movement of his tongue. "Drink it."

Her dick twitched atop my tongue as she came. The strange, but at the same time, familiar fluid filled my mouth. My lips' tight seal around her dick kept it from spilling out. She would never forgive me if I stained her or did not accept the privilege of taking her cum.

Greg withdrew from beneath her skirt, his mouth still filled with her seed. He resisted the urge to spit or swallow now.

Taking a step back, she then knelt down. I\t was a certain joy to watch him closely when he swallowed. The look in his eye, a mix of lust, appreciation, humility and even shame. The loud and dramatic gulps were a sight to be seen as well, one wasn't enough, were needed to swallow. She enjoyed the slight strain in his cheeks and lips as tried to keep it from leaking from his lips or dribbling down his throat. "Swallow." Marie had her fill of fun watching him struggle.

As she spoke, Greg swallowed. Somewhat unusually, it took three swallows. Perhaps it was because she had held back, perhaps it was because he was drooling at the taste.

"You did well." She pecked him on the cheek with a light kiss. "Did you enjoy

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